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A king so true and steady / In Thule lived of old; / To him his dying lady / A goblet gave of gold.
He drank thereout so often, / For all his love it gained; / To tears his eyes would soften / Whene'er its juice he drained.
When death drew nigh, his spirit / His riches o'er he told / To him who should inherit -- / But not that cup of gold.
By all his knights surrounded / One day he sat at dine, / In hall of fortress, founded / By ocean's roaring brine.
The ancient hero rallies / With one more draught his blood, / Then casts the sacred chalice / Below him in the flood.
Deep, deep within the billows / He watched it as it sank; / Then, sinking on his pillows, / No drop more e'er he drank.